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Last night I had a strange dream about meditating in a pagoda, in a room with mahogany furniture and rice paper walls, in the middle of New York City. I achieved the most pleasant state of clarity and relaxation, even though there was a lot of running back and forth outside the room.

Instantly afterwards I went to a Bill Hicks comedy show.

Does that seem right to you? Interpretations welcome.

local info blog

DCist, part of a sort of "franchise" started by the folks who do Gothamist. Covers important local news, like the opening of the Dupont Circle Krispy Kreme; also a nice link section. Also has photobloggers (not much there, but, hey, they're new!)

I am practically falling asleep as I type this. Nite y'all!